Belgium, Rangbulu Town.
The church bells tolled "dang dang", faintly accompanied by some hymn singing, heralding the annual Christmas Eve.
However, this clear and pleasant sound brought no joy to the people, as the dark clouds of war still hung over the world.
Darkness enveloped the land, silent in the snowstorm, and then mercilessly tore apart the night's tranquility.
Nobody knew who made the first move, at first, there were only one or two shells whistling, then more and more.
Soon, the entire Western Front was filled with the sound of whistling and explosions, with sporadic flashes of light from the shells being fired and exploding, resembling flashes of lightning.
Major General Kristen was patiently waiting in the trenches, feeling the tremors of the shells, from far to near, then gradually moving away into the depths.
This was the typical pattern of a nighttime artillery battle.
